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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:34 pm
"We're in agreement then," he replied with a nod, pouring the lemonade into a container with a cover, so that it wouldn't be spilled while on the way out. It would also keep bugs from flying in there and dying. Bleh, that would be nasty. Speaking of nasty...
Blinking at the other feline's actions, he put down the pitcher of lemonade and wandered over in his direction, peering at the sandwich he was constructing. "You mixed... Melted cheese with mustard?" He asked with a tone of slight incredulity. He'd learned long ago that if you mixed melted cheese and mayonnaise, even through casual contact on a sandwich, it formed a gross, icky goop. Wouldn't it be the same with mustard? If so, Daixen's sandwich would be... Less than appetizing, at least to him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:50 pm
Daixen tilted his head at the other's incredulous inquiry, blinking in confusion at it. "Yes?" he answered, tone almost questioning. It was as though he was asking if there was something wrong with it. He'd never thought so personally, but for all he knew there might be some holy law that should never be violated declaring that melted cheese and mustard ought never be mixed.
Yet all the same, the feline was quite satisfied with the sandwich, almost tempted to begin eating it now. He didn't though, instead packaging it up for until later when they were actually, you know, picnicking. Sure, the cheese wouldn't be so melty then, but that was all right. It should still be warm and sorta melty.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:02 pm
After having a moment to digest (So to speak) this odd dining habit, it occured to him that, as long as he wasn't personally eating it, it didn't really bother him how other people made their sandwiches.
He considered himself to be something of a sandwich connoisseur, though. He wasn't very good at cooking, or baking, or anything like that, but he could definitely make a good sandwich. Better to have one culinary skill than none at all, he figured.
Snapping out of his food-related reverie and back to the present situation, he pulled a conveniently-placed picnic basket from on top of the fridge (Who knew that was there? ), wrapped up his own sandwich and placed it inside. He then realized that he'd forgotten to voice any sort of response to Daixen's sort-of-question, and looked up to answer, "oh, okay." Leaving it at that, he added the lemonade to the picnic basket, then turned to his companion. "You all set once you put your sandwich in here too?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:25 pm
Tilting his head, Daixen took up his neatly packaged sandwich and moved over to Juaravez and the basket he'd found. Setting his sandwich inside, he peeked into the basket before blinking and raising his gaze to the older feline. "We still need a blanket," he pointed out softly. "But aside from that..." The feline trailed off suddenly, on the verge of having given an all clear for things.
He moved away easily, back to the fridge. Snatching up the almost forgotten cheese cubes, he tucked the bag into the basket as well. Satisfied with that, he offered the other a pleased smile. "That should be good, I think. Aside from the still-needed blanket, at least."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 10:11 pm
Juaravez had completely forgotten about the blanket part of the plan. Instantly the memories of how they'd met, and of the horribly dirty bench, came flooding back. He certainly didn't want to be caught without a place to sit, again. Especially with his delicious sandwich awaiting!
"Right, right, a blanket!" He agreed, patting the top of the basket once it contained both sandwiches and the cheese cubes. "Definitely need a blanket... Where do you suppose we might find one?"
(( Short reply is short. 8D *shot* ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 1:17 am
Daixen chuckled softly at the other's agreement and the way he made it sound like some stunning epiphany. When the other questioned where they might happen upon one blanket suitable for picnicking however, the feline paused for a moment and thought. Where indeed? he mused, sucking on the tip of one finger as though it would help him come to some idea.
Whether it actually did or not was up for debate. "We could always check one of the linen closets first?" he suggested after several moments of thought and deliberation. It really didn't matter what blanket they used, right? As long as they washed it afterwards (should it get dirty one way or another), it was all good...
((.__. >>;; I understand the "one way or another" for getting the blanket dirty could be taken in an innuendous way, but I totally didn't mean it that way! xD; I meant, like, either getting food on it or getting it muddy.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 3:19 pm
Blinking, Juaravez tore his gaze from the oddly fascinating finger-sucking that the other feline was engaged in, as he realized that he'd spoken. "Huh? Oh, linen closet. That's logical," he agreed with a grin, and picked up the picnic basket in one hand. It certainly wouldn't do to forget the food portion of the picnic - That was the most important part, after all.
"Linen closet, linen closet..." He muttered under his breath as he headed down the hallway outside the kitchen in search of said closet. Game room, filled with young Waywards playing with everything from checkers to DS's... Several bathrooms, one with a roughly scribbled sign reading "Atomic missile"... No linen closets to be found.
(( *snicker* ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:06 pm
What would you call a picnic with no food? You certainly wouldn't call it a picnic! Maybe, like... an outing. A field trip? Well, what did any of it matter when they had food? The only thing left was the blanket. Though it wasn't quite as important as the food (what could be more important than food?), it was still pretty important if they wanted to enjoy this picnic outside.
Following after Juaravez, pink eyes would flicker around in search of potential linen closets and the blankets they would hold. As no linen closet made itself known, Daixen sighed softly. Well, this was no good. "Perhaps on the next floor?" he suggested softly as he tilted his head. "I mean, if people's rooms are up there, they have to get their towels and stuff from somewhere, right?"
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